Cruising north on Highway 25 trying to explain who Orson Welles was.
“If you like movies and theatre and young guys with huge ideas...if you like guys doing cool, creative stuff...you have to like Orson Welles. Besides, he ate two ribeyes, two baked potatoes, and drank two bottles of wine with every meal! He wanted to be a very large person.”
Then...broken down on the side of a mountain highway just a couple miles shy of the SC/NC border with “no bars.”
Life grinds to a halt (like a snapped timing belt?) and I stand there...all eyes on me.
“What now, fearless leader?”
You figure something out. Everyone figures something out. You have to. Gotta find a way home.
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